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Chapter 190 A Divided Heart

After Luca left, the two brothers also left together. With no outsiders present, they could talk about their innermost thoughts, especially about Luca, the out-of-town gang leader.

"Luca has ulterior motives."

White Hair instinctively thought of the worst-case scenario: "This guy's involvement in the South District conflict is not just about doing business here; he wants the whole of Boston."

William was slightly taken aback, not expecting his brother to be so absolute. "He wants to run a gas station business throughout Boston?"

"Not just that, he wants the whole of Boston, the entire city."

White Hair wasn't sure, but that didn't stop him from speculating with the utmost malice: "The Southern Alliance is just a knife he used to stab the Northern Mafia. The Angelo family has blocked Luca's path. Faced with this situation, what will Luca do? If it were me, I would get rid of that old bastard Angelo. And Luca, his methods will definitely not be much gentler than mine."

It's true what they say, old foxes can be birds of a feather. White Hair's words made William fall into deep thought. "But at least if you want to rise to the top, you still need his help. One word from him can get those small gangs to vote for you. And I also need some of his help."

He talked about the Boston Democratic leader. As an assistant, he knew very well what the leader had done, and what, if exposed, would be enough to send him to jail.

In this way, Williams could take over as an assistant and at the same time win over local Democratic Party members to become the new leader. With this position, he would have a greater chance of running for Senate President in the future.

The members of the House of Representatives are mostly ordinary people and minor leaders, while the upper-level senators are mostly social elites, middle class and above. The core assets of society are in the hands of these people. It is not convenient for William to personally take the knife to kill the current leader, so as not to give others something to talk about. But someone like Luca is very suitable to do it behind the scenes.

Luca's resources also helped him garner a large number of votes, both in the Senate and the House of Representatives.

Bai Mao understands his younger brother's request, but he can't help much at the moment.

"Once I'm in power, I'll find a way to consolidate the Southern District's power, kick Luca out of Boston, or at least strip him of his authority."

The white-haired man's eyes were gloomy. "I will not become anyone's puppet or vassal. Brother, you must also be wary of being used by Luca. Our Balje family needs independent will."

William remained silent.

Honestly, he actually quite liked Luca's peaceful and stable style, rather than his brother's radical and trouble-making approach.

But they are brothers after all.

"I need to contact those Chinese assassins in Chinatown!" White Hair remembered that there was a group of kung fu kids in Boston, and those people might be able to help him.

Time quickly passed into late February, and Luca's gasoline tax business had completely taken root and stabilized in the South District, where he was having a great time playing price wars with the North District Mafia.

The alliance is currently relatively peaceful, with everyone exercising restraint and engaging in negotiations rather than resorting to direct combat. For the sake of shared interests and safety, the rules must be followed.

Meanwhile, the Boston police were also secretly pulling some strings.

That day, Billy once again received instructions from his superiors to meet at the secret hideout.

"The alliance is now divided into two factions: the Winter Mountain Gang led by the Frenchman and the Kirin Gang led by the White Hair. Both factions have a considerable number of supporters and allies."

Billy explained in detail the current situation within the league.

Dickman asked, "Who do you think is more likely to become the boss?"

Billy: "I had more contact with the Frenchman. He was the one who took me to meet Costello and join the Winter Mountain Gang. That White Hair guy is extremely violent. He killed almost everyone who opposed him. I had less contact with him. Many people in the alliance were afraid of him. You know, some people were worried that if they didn't support White Hair, they would be purged by him."

When the Frenchman was mentioned, Billy's expression relaxed considerably, indicating that the Frenchman had been quite kind to him; however, when the white man was mentioned, Billy subconsciously clenched his fists, clearly more afraid of the Frenchman than of Costello.

Nobody in the underworld is a good person, but White Hair has clearly made his peers afraid of him.

"Whitey hates traitors the most! Even if his best brother disobeys him, he will kill him without hesitation!" Billy said fearfully. "We absolutely cannot let this guy become the boss!"

Dickman's little mouth started chattering again, "This is the reason I asked you to meet! If you want to catch White Hair, then you have to get close to him, follow him, work with him, get evidence of his crimes, and even know exactly when he slept with which woman."

Billy's scalp tingled. "Fuck you? You want me to work for that white guy? What if that guy orders me to kill someone? Am I supposed to actually shoot someone?! I have a bottom line! I quit! Fuck the cops!"

"Quit?"

Dickman sneered and said sarcastically, "You've barely worn a police uniform, why are you still so hesitant? Fine, then resign. Write your resignation letter now. Without this police uniform, you'll be even more adept at mingling in the gang. Aren't you highly valued by the French now? I heard you also own a gas station and must be making a lot of money every week, right? How can a policeman's salary possibly satisfy you?"

Being a police officer is so troublesome; you have to stick to your bottom line and principles. Being a gangster doesn't have so many scruples. I'll give you a chance; I'll let you go.

"Are you even speaking human language?" Billy stared at Dickman, his face grim. "Do you even deserve to be a policeman?"

Dickman scoffed, "Whether I'm worthy or not is none of your business. I only know what White Hair and the Frenchman would do if the Alliance found out you were a cop. Didn't you say White Hair hates traitors the most? He should give you a surprise."

Billy was furious. He rushed forward and threw a punch, accompanied by Falk's polite greeting, aiming at Dickman.

"Are you fucking trying to ruin me?" Billy roared. "You've already ruined my life, and you want Whitey to kill me too?"

Dickman twisted his neck and relentlessly pinned Billy to the ground, pounding him. "Look at you now, you idiot. Is the fighting technique your police academy instructors taught you just for beating up cops? You're really starting to look more and more like a pure gangster."

Billy lay on the ground in despair, his heart sinking to the bottom of the sea, seemingly unable to feel the pain in his body anymore.

Having done so many bad things, Billy sometimes couldn't even tell whether he was a cop or a gangster.

Being trapped in the gap between the black and white millstones, endlessly tormented, when will this painful life end?
Seeing Billy's ashen face, Dickman released him and got up, his tone returning to calm. "There's still a little over a month until the chairmanship election. Hang in there, it'll be over then. You just need to continue following the French as before, and keep us updated on their movements and news." Billy closed his eyes wearily.

After the meeting, Billy returned to the Winter Mountain Gang's stronghold, where many gang members greeted him warmly.

His status in the gang is indeed quite high now. With Costello's death and the rise of the French, his status has also risen accordingly.

They can be considered some of the most key generals under the French.

This also involves Billy's father and uncle, who used to be involved in gangs. They had a very good relationship with the Frenchman, and the Frenchman took good care of him as a result.

Thinking of this, Billy couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

In the end, it turned out that the French gangster was more concerned about him than the police uniform he had once dreamed of.

Billy walked to the bar and sat down, only then noticing that Luca the Pigeon was also there, drinking and chatting with the Frenchman.

Judging from the conversation, the boss wanted to get some support from Pigeon, and was even willing to give up a lot of benefits.

The conversation was fairly pleasant, but Pigeon's attitude was ambiguous, always steering the conversation back to the gas station and dock business.

Luca asked, “The local truck drivers’ union needs some manpower. I’ll invite some people from within the alliance to help me reorganize the union. This will also benefit your gangs.”

Finally, something serious is happening. The Frenchman was quite supportive of the proposal. He glanced around and his gaze fell on Billy. "I have a suitable candidate here. What do you think of Billy? You've probably met Pigeon a lot. He's very reliable and efficient."

Suddenly caught up in it, Billy, facing Luca's scrutinizing gaze, greeted him respectfully and asked, "I'll follow your arrangements. Is there anything I can do?"

Luca's eyes flickered slightly.

[Bond: Follow]

[Billy: A]

[Avici Hell: Omitted]

[Gangster Disguise: When working undercover as a police officer in a gang, the gang's trust level increases by 10%, and the probability of your identity being exposed decreases by 20%; the skill effect is doubled when your family has a gang-related background.]

[Learning Requirements: Requires 80 skill fragments; Affinity level of Friends or higher]

One is an undercover agent's exclusive skill, and the other is an inescapable hell, similar to Colin's skills.

The Avici Hell was tailor-made for these two.

In the original storyline, Billy had already revealed his identity, thus escaping from hell. However, the consequence was that after the rooftop showdown, he was killed by Colin and other undercover police officers, and his police file was also cancelled.

If the skill fails, it's game over.

At that moment, Luca called out to Billy, "The Frenchmen keep mentioning you to me, saying you're a core member of the Winter Mountain Gang, exceptionally capable, very good. You're a local, right? Do you have a truck driver's license?"

"some."

“Okay, come with me to the union in a couple of days. I’ll help you get a union membership. Then you can contact the local truck drivers and ask them to help us deliver gasoline.”

“Okay.” Billy didn’t object; at least joining the union was much better than fighting every day.

Luca smiled slightly. "Billy, Billy. A pawn can only move left and right after it crosses the river. It can be used like a chariot. Even the old general has to be wary of it."

The price was that there was no way out.

[Bond: Familiarity]

Three days passed in a flash. During this time, Luca got Billy a job in the union, which earned him more favor from the French and further increased his power.

That night, Luca also received a call from Colin, who said that Dickman had sent police to take the Frenchman back to the police station for investigation on charges of extortion—the matter was related to those corrupt cops who collected protection money, and the police followed the trail to the Frenchman.

Corrupt cops are corrupt cops. They're not undercover agents. Their relationship with the French is purely symbiotic. To lessen their own guilt, they'll still have to betray when necessary.

"But Dickman ultimately released the Frenchman due to insufficient evidence."

Colin expressed his confusion, saying, "I don't know exactly what Dickman and the Frenchman talked about. Did he want to put the Frenchman in power? Was he using this to blackmail the Frenchman into obeying him, and then using that to control the Southern League?"

Luca pondered for a moment, also feeling somewhat puzzled.

The current plot has completely deviated from the original storyline; who knows what these rare cards are up to? But as the chef, Luca doesn't care how rotten the pot in the South is; it just affects whether the dish is edible, only the taste.

Ultimately, whoever wants to be chairman has to get Luca's approval.

However, just two days later, the situation took an even more distorted turn.

Bai Mao was arrested by the police.

(End of this chapter)